Hi guys, I'm FangaWolfLover, but you can just call me Fanga. This is my first fanfic ever so I hope you guys aren't that critical. So I gave this a lot of thought, really planned out the plotline, got real serious about this and I'm giving it a shot! This is a CoreyxLaney story! And before someone gets confused, this is around the time when the band is their age in the cartoons. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Grojband.
With a frustrated sigh, I stole another glance up from my magazine towards the clock on the garage's wall. Counting the minutes silently in my head to see if I possibly miscounted, I knew that Corey was way later than usual. It had been about half an hour and there was still no sign of him. Kin and Kon were talking about random subjects on stage, eating potato chips in the wait for the lead guitarist, while I just read one of my magazines. I found it weird that sometimes we were waiting for Corey in his own house, but he some reason preferred to have it that way. Looking back at my magazine, I found my spot and continued to read an article.
It had been about ten minutes later before the garage door was flung open. All three of us instantly looked at the entrance to see the oblivious blue-haired boy standing there with a thick book in his hand. Glancing at the twins I saw that their confused eyes were locked on the book. Turning back to read the title, I squinted in order to read the words, "Unknown Tales of Peaceville."
"Guys, look at what I found at the library!" Corey shouted, holding the book in front of him with an eager expression. "It's called the Unknown Tales of Peaceville!"
Kin spoke up after readjusting his circular glasses, as if checking if he read it right. "You went to the library?" he asked in confusion. Hearing the confusion in Kin's voice, I also thought it did seem like an unusual thing for Corey to do. Finding something interesting at the library sounded like something Kin would do instead.
Corey's enthusiasm was dialed down a notch, and his arms fell to his sides. "Well since we haven't been getting any gigs I went to the library, looking for any festival fliers on the boards there," he sadly stated, but his usual energy seemed to spring back to him and he held the book up again. "And then I found this!"
I placed my magazine down on a nearby table and stood up from the couch, slowly walking to Corey. "That's interesting Core, but how's this going to get us more gigs?" I questioned with a raised brow. Lately getting gigs was becoming scarce, and when something did seem to pop up the Newmans, or my brother's band, always filled in the slot, leaving us empty handed for the past few weeks. I didn't see how some mythical book would get us one. I was surprised it wasn't some Rocklympous book either.
At my question Corey's pep didn't tone down in the least, but he instead flipped open the book and started scanning through the pages, and when he finally seemed to get to the right page he held up the open book so we could clearly read. In a bold horror-themed font it said 'The Curse.'
My question remained unanswered. Before I could mutter a word though Corey interrupted me. "It talks about a curse that was laid on Peaceville nearly a hundred years ago! A man who had practiced witchcraft supposedly put a spell on Peaceville when he was exiled for the witchcraft. The spell is supposed to take place on a one hundred year deadline, which will be this week, and this festival is to prove it was fake!" he explained, some reason not stuttering with what should've been a bunch of long words to him.
"How's that going to get us a gig?" Kon blurted out, then crunched down on another potato chip. I silently agreed with the drummer. It actually was a bit frightening that there was a curse, but I quickly remembered it was some sort of made-up legend like Bigfoot or the Lochness monster. Corey hopped up and down a few times beaming however.
"Peaceville's supposed to have a festival about the one hundred year banishment on this dude to celebrate both this being fake and for getting rid of the guy that caused a lot of trouble in Peaceville! And what kind of festival would it be without…" Corey dropped the book and pretended to shred an imaginary guitar. "Music!" Corey then reached into a shorts pocket and took out a crumpled piece of paper, then quickly unraveled it and showed us a flier for they silly sounding festival.
Realization dawned on Kin and Kon's face. Both of them cracked wide yet annoying grins. "We got a gig!" both shouted in excitement.
I again noticed a hole in the plan. I advanced a few steps towards Corey while talking. "That's sweet Core, but we don't have any lyrics, and plus we don't have the gig yet," I groaned. When he didn't speak up I folded my arms and looked in an opposite direction.
Suddenly I heard footsteps start but then stop in front of me, and I could tell that my naïve crush was standing about a foot away. Biting my tongue nervously I shifted my gaze towards him. When I saw his face was only about a couple inches away from mine, I bit my tongue harder to prevent a blush. His blue eyes gazed down on me, shining with hope and glee, and my heart begun to pound against my chest as a lightheaded feeling came to mind.
"I'll come up with something," he explained softly, making my heart start to beat rapider. Our eyes locked and I couldn't stop the smile from reaching my face. My thoughts started to slip away and lose focus, right until he playfully shoved me back about a foot and snapped me back to reality. "Bro!" he added, instantly changing back.
I swore that he was being romantic right there, but I just got my hopes up only to be knocked down again. Every time he got near me my logic seemed to melt away, and I hated it! Even though I loved him I just despised how he made me all loopy and dazed just from being close. With another frustrated sigh I walked back and flopped onto the couch, pounding a fist full of rage into a cushion to let some of my frustration out.
"I'll come up with something!" the guitarist repeated out loud. "Because I have a plan that just might work!" At his words, the twins jumped up from the stage and ran towards him, and forgetting about my disappointment I forced a smile and followed their lead.
~Wicked Cool Transition!~
Now walking down the sidewalk, Corey leading the way with me walking next to him, our band was starting to head over to where the festival was supposed to be in about a week. Only about a few blocks away I noticed crates and boxes being unpacked and organized around a clearing. A sign was in front of the field and said 'Banishment Festival Coming-Soon'. A small crowd formed in front of the sign and confused murmurs already were audible. The curse was supposed to be unknown to several as the book had stated, but I still was confused on why there was some sort of huge festival for the thing. It was only supposed to be a myth and nothing more. Maybe in the book it told some things about really powerful magic, somehow convincing the few readers that it was true.
A couple minutes later we arrived at the scene. A couple more minutes later, we managed to push pass the crowd and get to the front. With three pairs of eyes on Corey waiting for him to decide what was next, he immediately trampled off into the field. The twins quickly followed him, but I had to quickly readjust the yellow pin in my hair before following, a bit messed up from squeezing through the crowd.
Kin, Kon, and Corey ran up to a man in a business uniform. While dashing after the trio I barely detected a few familiar voices yelling things like get-out-of-the-way and urgent excuse-me's behind me. When I glanced over my shoulder, my mouth hung open in disbelief at seeing the Newmans. With Carrie in the lead, the four were almost at the front of the crowd, but there was no way they were stealing that gig from us, not another gig, even if my brother was in the band, and I was happy for his success. Facing ahead of myself again, I picked up the pace till I was right in front of the business guy beside Corey. Seeing the nametag on the guy's shirt pocket indicated that he was the guy.
Corey's plan was bluntly going up and asking the person who ran the festival for a gig, hoping there was a spot available for music. I silently prayed that we would get the gig before directing my full attention to the business man. "You're the guy who's planning whatever for this festival mumbo-jumbo, right?" Corey asked with pleading eyes, getting right to the point. I was surprised that this guy wasn't Mayor Mellow, since he usually hosted those sorts of events.
With questionable stares shifting between the four of us, he answered, "Well Mayor Mellow delegated organization for the festival to me, if that's what you want to hear." Despite how weird he phrased that, somehow I understood.
"Can we please play music here?!" Corey continued, his voice growing more desperate. I mentally face-palmed, knowing that the dude could push us around for needing it so much.
The man continued to have that uneasy expression. Four strange kids running up to him must have made him uncomfortable. Finally he opened his mouth hesitantly and answered, "…yes."
I felt my spirit instantly perk up. It had been weeks but we got a gig, and when the Newmans were so close to making it to the man first. With a smirk I looked over my shoulder to see the Newmans dashing at full speed towards us. They were only a little ways away. "Wait!" Carrie screamed, grabbing both the man's and the band's attention. Seeing who it was, Corey gave a fierce glare towards the band, his fists clenched and muscles tensed.
When our doppelgangers reached us, Kim and Konnie put their hands on their knees while they lightly panted. Carrie and Lenny didn't seem as worn out, but still immensely worried. "Is the spot filled?!" Carrie asked with a begging expression. I watched with a satisfied smirk as the guy in charge explained how we had the gig already.
My smirk however was replaced with a distasteful frown at his next words. "But, I guess if these fellows right here don't show up, then you can play in their place," he compromised. Everyone else was glaring daggers at their opposites for a moment, but I just glanced at Lenny worriedly for a second. A deep frown was etched in his face and his sea green eyes glittered with concern. No one knew we were siblings, and we had to keep it a secret, but we had to keep up an act that we hated each other so the others wouldn't freak out. Lenny faked a scowl and turned back to the business dude, and I did the same.
With a little more talking, and Carrie failing to get her band to play the gig instead, the guy shooed us away back into the crowd and he started to organize the festival once more. Both of our bands squeezed our ways out of the crowd and onto the sidewalk, where we gave death glares to our opposites.
"Looks like you didn't make the cut this time Carrie," Corey smirked as he adjusted his beanie. When I folded my arms, Lenny folded his arms. We tried to glare at each other, but I could only muster up a weak stare in his direction. Kin and Kon were glaring at their opposites, but no one seemed more irritated then Corey and Carrie.
"We'll see, this was just a fluke," she hissed with a fierce look in her eyes. "After this dorky festival, we'll be the ones getting all the gigs, you'll see. Come on girls." And without another word the Newmans turned around and started to walk away.
Rage was written all over Corey. It was easy to tell that he was barely resisting an urge to scream something at them, and honestly I resisting from doing that too, but it was from frustration. Not only did Lenny and I have to keep us being related a secret from the others, but our bands despised each other. I hated that we just couldn't get along. "Come on Lanes," he muttered as he turned around. His eyes then went wide. "A-And Kin and Kon," he added, than shook his head as if getting something off his mind. As he stomped in the opposite direction, I caught up with Corey as we walked side by side, Kin and Kon following behind eagerly.
When we made it to the garage, all of our anger and frustration was gone. All the troubles we had were pushed to the back of our minds with the delight of finally getting a gig. My bass was so close to collecting dust on stage from how little we've been practicing. Right when we got back to the garage, Corey made a mad dash towards the stage and scrambled on top, and grabbed his guitar. With a slick smile he played a few chords while waiting for the twins and me to grab our instruments. When I finally had my bass strap on and my blue instrument was in a loose grip, my doubt started to return to me. We still didn't have lyrics.
"Core-" I started, but he quickly interrupted me.
"Way ahead of you fella!" he grinned, but despite the horrendous nickname I couldn't help but smile. "I'll come up with lyrics, and if I don't I bet you like, a kagillion dollars that Trina wrote in her diary over the last few weeks." He said the last part a little quieter, a stare on Trina's closed door upstairs. His twirled a guitar pick in his hand before getting in position. His voice came back to him. "Kon, count us in!'
Kon tapped the drum sticks in the air with each number. "One, two, three, five, four!" And with that we started our practice.
~Great Practice Transition!~
Hours passed with nonstop playing. Only when the moon was transparent and the stars begun to appear was when I was the first to stop. I glanced at the clock on the wall again to see it was nearing nine, causing me to nearly drop my bass. "Guys, I'm nearly passed curfew, I gotta go!" I informed, quickly setting my bass against the wall and jumping off stage. I went to my skateboard by the garage's entrance. If I ran home I wouldn't have made it, but possibly I would've with the board.
"Can't you stay any longer?" I heard Corey plead, a pang of sadness in his voice. I answered him while strapping on a helmet, barely fazed by his begs. If I wasn't so close to being grounded, I would've made a bigger deal about that.
"I'm nearly late!" I shouted, throwing the garage door open, Lenny on my mind and how angry he would be if I was late. A sudden burst of chilling wind blew in, which was surprising. It was only nearing the end of summer so it shouldn't have been that cold yet. Without hearing another word from my band members though, I pushed through the driveway and flew down the sidewalk.
While riding, the frosty wind blew around, nearly deafening, and it blocked off all the other sounds in the area. Front porch lights flickered on as the night settled in. The glacial temperature nipped at my skin, and my fingertips went numb, and constantly I thought about how it wasn't supposed to be that cold yet. Instead of it being the end of summer, it was more like the beginning of winter.
Shivering the rest of the way, I skated up my driveway then threw my skateboard into a bush. Quickly I unstrapped my helmet and chucked it in as well, than desperately hoped I wasn't late while heading up to the front door. My parents were strict, so if I was even a minute late I would be grounded, and there was no way that was happening with a gig coming up. I took a key out from my scarlet pants and scrambled to fit the key in the lock with numb fingers. Finally I twisted the key and shoved the door open, warmth crowding around me.
Taking the key out and shutting the door, I placed the keychain in my pocket again and took a deep breathe. Sighing with relief, I saw I was minutes away from being late. "Mom, Dad, I'm home!" I called out while taking off my boots. I saw Lenny not that far, his arms crossed with a raised eyebrow, waiting for me to explain why I was out nearly pass curfew. I kept waving him off though, too tired to talk, and I swiftly dashed upstairs into my room while nearly slamming the door behind me.
A wave of exhaustion hit me. My limbs started to get weak quickly while my vision started to blur out. Why was I so tired all of a sudden? All I did was sitting around in the garage, walk a few blocks to the witchcraft festival and back, and practiced for a couple hours. That was barely anything compared to things I did earlier in the summer, not to mention I wasn't as tired when I did those things. Weakly I trudged over to my bed, not attempting to change clothes, take off my makeup, apologize or talk to Lenny about earlier at the festival, or anything. I flopped down onto my pink bed, surrounded by pink walls, posters, and things like that, and let the drowsiness control me. Without another thought I dozed off within seconds.
And that's my first chapter of my first Grojband fanfic! I tried my best to make it great for a first chapter, and as any author would, I hope you readers will reply with awesome feedback! All authors love to have a review, and I would like to see how good or bad I am for my first time. For the next chapter, I'm not sure when I'll get it up; it'll probably be soon though. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and have a bodacious day everyone!